I know its kinda late, and i know i keep on saying that.
Guess I was looking around in and out myself for an excuse and i'm probably masquerading it as a closure
It's been too much time on closing doors,
Some of you might be confused,
Thinking 'Who the hell is he talking about'
Your guess is as good as mine.. maybe.
I think about how it might have been
We'd spend our days travelin'
It's not that I don't understand you
It's not that I don't want to be with you
But you only wanted me
The way you wanted me
So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
And we can hang our heads down as we skip the goodbyes
You can tell the world what you want them to hear
I've got nothing left to lose, my dear
So, I'm up for the little white lies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'll buy a magazine searching for your face
From coast to coast, or whatever I find my place
I'll track you on the radio
And I'll sign your list in a different name
But as close as I come to you
It's not the same
So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there
So, steal the show
And do your best to cover the tracks that I have left
I wish you well and hope you find whatever you're looking for
The way I might've changed my mind
But you only showed me the door
So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why
Im listening to 'You never can tell' right now
You know..
The one that John Travolta and Uma Thurman dance to at that vintage restaurant
The one with the dinner cars?
you can probably tell who i'm thinkin off right now if you're listening to that song right now
I'm thinking of when I was a kid.
And my sister let me listen to 'Son of a Peacherman'
How that little act of sharing a song changes someone
and how it defies the ultimate fact that its so mundane by being an act of such affection.
We were on a bus now
At the back, with me on the inside
and we just sent my mom off
With me looking out of the window as if i saw the terrifying storms of all the world
As if it were the last time i was going to see my mother again.
She slowly unrolled her earphones and put one in my ear
it was an Ella Fitzgerald cd.
It started playing "You're just, to Marvellous, to marvellous for words.."
It was as if a vinyl record was playing
She turned to me and said "One day you'll be able to sing that and feel that way about someone."
It was a nice ideal if you know how the rest of the song goes.
Or maybe i just didn't have enough time to be able to do as she said.
I'm thinking about vick apologising.
and mentioning something about being a freak not being able to love.
Something she ripped off an Aimee Mann song,
and maybe.
I'm just thinking how a few more of these relationship thingies and i might turn into that freak with self-imposed rules on love.
Concerning repressing emotion. and keeping from hurt.
But till then go ahead and cut me and make me bleed
I'm an emotional masochist anyway.
Guess I was looking around in and out myself for an excuse and i'm probably masquerading it as a closure
It's been too much time on closing doors,
Some of you might be confused,
Thinking 'Who the hell is he talking about'
Your guess is as good as mine.. maybe.
I think about how it might have been
We'd spend our days travelin'
It's not that I don't understand you
It's not that I don't want to be with you
But you only wanted me
The way you wanted me
So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
And we can hang our heads down as we skip the goodbyes
You can tell the world what you want them to hear
I've got nothing left to lose, my dear
So, I'm up for the little white lies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'll buy a magazine searching for your face
From coast to coast, or whatever I find my place
I'll track you on the radio
And I'll sign your list in a different name
But as close as I come to you
It's not the same
So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there
So, steal the show
And do your best to cover the tracks that I have left
I wish you well and hope you find whatever you're looking for
The way I might've changed my mind
But you only showed me the door
So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why
Im listening to 'You never can tell' right now
You know..
The one that John Travolta and Uma Thurman dance to at that vintage restaurant
The one with the dinner cars?
you can probably tell who i'm thinkin off right now if you're listening to that song right now
I'm thinking of when I was a kid.
And my sister let me listen to 'Son of a Peacherman'
How that little act of sharing a song changes someone
and how it defies the ultimate fact that its so mundane by being an act of such affection.
We were on a bus now
At the back, with me on the inside
and we just sent my mom off
With me looking out of the window as if i saw the terrifying storms of all the world
As if it were the last time i was going to see my mother again.
She slowly unrolled her earphones and put one in my ear
it was an Ella Fitzgerald cd.
It started playing "You're just, to Marvellous, to marvellous for words.."
It was as if a vinyl record was playing
She turned to me and said "One day you'll be able to sing that and feel that way about someone."
It was a nice ideal if you know how the rest of the song goes.
Or maybe i just didn't have enough time to be able to do as she said.
I'm thinking about vick apologising.
and mentioning something about being a freak not being able to love.
Something she ripped off an Aimee Mann song,
and maybe.
I'm just thinking how a few more of these relationship thingies and i might turn into that freak with self-imposed rules on love.
Concerning repressing emotion. and keeping from hurt.
But till then go ahead and cut me and make me bleed
I'm an emotional masochist anyway.
comically indifferent @ 6:43 PM